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.He didn’t like it when she learned to fight back.Why couldn’t there be good touching in her world, not just hurtful touching? Not all contact led to sex.She had kissed Peter and she wasn’t pregnant.Honor knew that.A simple hug didn’t have to be abhorrent.How did they even know if she was capable of carrying? Just because she was female she was damned on a maybe.It was all so unfair.The word ‘family’ had meant something at one time.Family was love.Talek declared they were all related—family, and yet there was no love.Honor couldn’t help but think there had to be more.Honor sat up, wincing at her protesting muscles.She had never run for so long—then walked, then crawled on her agonized knees.She had fallen so often on the hard ice she could see huge black marks covering her skin.She wasn’t used to seeing her nude flesh and the horrible dark marks were painful and strange.When she touched her face, she winced.Her jaw ached.Ice dwellers, at least the women, were fairly stationary; they didn’t go out to hunt.The kills were brought back mostly gutted unless they had been outdistancing a snowstorm.Honor never remembered a time she felt so physically exhausted.She shifted and groaned; her whole body felt beaten.The man, Laken, was nowhere to be found.Honor knew she hadn’t imagined him.She was naked, covered in furs.The cup was full again and sat by the dying fire.It wouldn’t hurt to drink it.It was then Honor noticed her pile of clothes.After glancing about she rose, ignoring the pains in her blotchy covered legs, and hurried over to snatch them up then raced back to the furs and draped them around her.The icy ground beneath her feet was painful.Tiny stones dug into her tender flesh.Her jaw already shook with cold.Honor was dismayed to see the sodden mess of furs and leather was ripped beyond repair, even if she had carried something to repair them with.What was she to do? She couldn’t stay naked; she had to keep moving.The men from the ice dwelling would come for her.Honor was no idiot and didn’t doubt it for a second.She was screwed.“Damn, damn, damn.”“You have been damned, it was unanimous, you treason-committing bitch,” came a voice at the entrance of the cave.Honor stilled.She looked up at the four of them.Dylan was leading the pack.They looked like wolves—the white furry creatures the men brought back skinned with their fangs still intact and their merciless stare.Dylan had his cocky gaze—the one he had worn since she remembered.The bastard thought he was better than a girl, he had been taught as much because he could hunt; he had been taught a woman was a useless liability.Honor knew better, a woman was just as important as any male.She wouldn’t succumb to repression any longer, the world, the sun, the moon, belonged to everyone—life and hope belonged to everyone.Honor would not sit idly by and become prey.Talek hadn’t come; he had promised her father he would keep her safe.It was a vow of convenience he forgot when he chose.Another man law that made no sense and could be broken by a man.Dylan moved closer and tossed the waist high hide partition against the cave wall smashing it.There was a large stick poking out from the fire, Honor took hold of it and stood.All but Dylan averted his eyes to her nude body.If she was going to be tried and treated as a traitor then so be it.Honor had never gotten a good look at herself naked.She was curious.“What part of me do you find the most threatening?” she taunted.“Is it my round boobs? I can’t hurl them as missiles, idiots.The nipples—oh my yes, they could poke out an eye.Is it my ass?” she wiggled her hips and the others who had averted their eyes were now looking at her in a strange way.She squished her ass cheeks tight.“Now there is some heavy duty crushing power.”Dylan’s expression was thunderous.No doubt he had been expecting her to cower and beg for her life after being out in the elements.Honor was too angry; she had done nothing wrong.Another man had stripped her and ruined her clothes.As Dylan and his pack moved in on her, she swung her weapon back and forth.The tip of the stick was covered in embers that came to life as air swished against it; the smell of smoke invaded her nostrils as tendrils rose.To Honor it looked like it was breathing fire.“I wonder, Dylan, do you have hair down there too? On no man’s land? Or should we call a cock no woman’s land under the circumstances?”“Would you like to see for yourself?” he taunted back.That came as a shock to her, but she recovered.“Yes, I would.I’d like to set it on fire and roast your weenie.”Another step and Dylan would be in arms reach.She poked at him and he wrestled the stick away.He tossed it into the smoldering fire and grinned, his look evil.Honor balled her fists as Dylan lunged for her.He never made it closer.His scream of terror was cut short when Laken grabbed him by the throat and squeezed until Dylan’s eyes bulged and his face went from red to an odd darker color.“Trying to harm a breeder female is treason,” Laken ground out.“Punishable by death.”Honor had never seen such power in one man.With his furs Dylan looked bigger and bulkier than Laken but there was no doubt in her mind Dylan was at his mercy.Massive biceps flexed as Laken growled, making every hair of hers stand on end.Honor heard a snap and when Laken released him, Dylan lay in a broken heap at Laken’s feet.His wide-eyed, terror-filled gaze stared past her.Honor felt her mouth drop open when Laken turned to assess her.Laken’s eyes were the purest snowy glowing white—like two shining moons.Two fangs hung from the top of either side of his mouth.It was true, there were such things as vampires; Honor was looking at one, and this vampire was furious.The other men raced from the cave, howling in terror, pushing at each other to escape.Laken plucked Dylan from the ground and dragged him away in one fist.He was going after the others.Honor knew each time Laken caught up with one.Their screams would haunt her until her dying day.Honor began to shake, goose bumps covered her body.She was trapped.If she ran, her feet would be frozen after a few steps—cut to pieces by ice.Her entire body was in pain from her battle with Dylan and her falls.Her heart was racing as she pondered her dilemma.She could hear the pitiful whimpering coming from her throat and couldn’t for the life of her stop the sound.Laken returned; he stood in the opening of the cave staring at her.His mouth was covered in blood, his fangs had retreated.His breath was fast, his broad chest heaved; his eyes were once again a normal blue.For the first time, she noticed his strange attire.The bare flesh of his arms was so unusual to her.She knew what muscle was—knew the word.But seeing it….The material covering his legs was like a second skin.Everything she saw was all him, nothing hidden—not even the man bulge of his huge cock pressed against the apex of his massive thighs.Why hadn’t she seen how powerful this man was? She had been too busy being belligerent.Honor wasn’t certain what to do, she couldn’t run and so she sat.She pulled the furs around her violently shivering body.If Laken had wanted her dead he could have killed her last night
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